Too cute CindyM…I think F may have smiled a little at all the you and focused smiles before blowing the lid I mean raising the barn on VII yesterday. At least I like to think so. I hope Focused got his cow back today too. Lol.

Heck cindym, i do the cattle call all the time….but to be honest with ya….. i think my one cow only comes to me when i call because i usually have a bucket of feed in my hand…lol i think my neighbor is tired of it though….. 🙂 see ya my friend

Thank you…
for thinking of me
and then wondering
how you could help.
Thank you…
for doing what you did,
instead of being too busy,
or just forgetting about it.
Thank you…
For inking me
on your priority to-do list,
when you have
so many other things to do;
I am honored;
It meant a lot to me.
Thank you.

This poem is for Dal and Goofy for helping me post again. Thank you so much for your help. I greatly appreciate it. It’s nice to be heard once more. 🙂

You’re welcome. Getting rain? I know too much isn’t good, but not enough isn’t good either. The crystal globes seem to be missing where I live. The weather whispers Fall is just around the corner and shortly the white fluff calls. Already fell in higher elevations.

Your words are truly the words of your Long Lost Indian Friends. You speak with such a pure heart, May your “voice” never be quieted by the roar of the non=native world that surrounds you. Joy, peace, and happiness always JDA

Thanks 23Kachinas, I have about 175 poems scattered across 8 poetry pages, i ask myself, why would anyone want a book if they can read my words for free ? Who knows 23Kachinas I may surprise you someday…lol have a great day… see ya

Its easy pdenver…. just let your mind flow while your putting your thoughts into words…. 🙂 i know you can do it… ive read and enjoy your words too… good luck to you pdenver while you chase your dreams.see ya my friend….

Im glad you like my stories cindym, the native indians intrest me, i guess thats why i write so much about them. As for where i live, i live in arkansas surrounded by hardwoods , mountains and lakes…..no pueblos in my neck of the woods.. how about you, where do you live ? Have a great day my friend….see ya

Walk in the way of wander
No destination in mind,
Where will the soles travel
On the path undefined.
To stride without purpose
No timing to reach,
Is the dream and desire
Of true freedom that speaks.
Exploration lacking agenda
Is the expression of the strong,
Along the travels of the unknown
To oneself our senses belong.
Alone to inner thoughts
Is needed for a season,
Add four soles to a journey
When the timing gives reason.

All…I am aware of some modern day indians who practice gathering in the early mornings to discuss their dreams from the night before. Much collective insight is gained because the unconscious mind makes note of many seemingly inconsequential daily details.

I retired in 2012 and worked with special needs kids
and a driver to and from pearl buck programs
best fun I ever had
our own kids were grown up by then
and have a angel of our own who still lives with us.
27 years old.
you are fun to read.
the poet in you keeps me smiling

Like paradise upon this earth
Its wonders to behold,
A gateway to the wilderness
Where all my dreams unfold,
The changing of its colours as
The clouds go floating by,
Above the Rocky Mountains in
The Colorado sky.

The mighty river flowing in
The valley of the pine,
The shooting star in meadows on
A summer’s day so fine,
The forest is alive with song
I watch the bluebirds fly,
Above the rugged landscape in
The Colorado sky.

The seasons change so quickly yet
Its precious soul remains,
As wind does bring the snowfalls there
upon the mighty plains,
To see the snow-capped mountains with
Their peaks that reach so high,
Beneath the fiery sunsets in
The Colorado sky.

Thank you, focused. I truly believe you have a beautiful heart and an outstanding mind. I feel honored to have you call me your friend, and that I can say the same of you. Thank you focused. Stay golden. 🙂

Dal is right,
you do have a gift
other than the gift of poetry,
the gift of understanding feelings of myself
and I am sure others on this poetry blog
and to put it in poetry,was awesome.
forrest will be proud.
and so are we.

Thank you zenden….its the kind words of you, jdiggins, cindym, pdenver,jda,23kachinas and many more that inspire me…. there is amazing talent here on the poetry page…. im just trying to stay caught up..lol. keep on penning my friends, i know Forrest is proud of all of us… have a great day…see ya my friend

Wow cindym that was great…. i hope Forrest plays your game . Your playing his right ? What comes around goes around..lol
Matter of fact. I think I’ll play too, sound like fun…
I think I can give them…well you know great job and thanks for the smile….have a great day, see ya my friend…..

Aha moments, oh yes, I’ve had many.
So much so, I can’t trust any.
Every time I smack my head,
In the journal I keep next to my bed,
I write it down then dig in,
But where on earth am I ‘sposed to begin?
I try to make sense of it,
But I lose my battle, to wit.
However,
Not ever,
Will I quit trying,
Not even when my brain is frying.
I can’t help myself, you see,
The “Chase” is now a part of me.
The words in the poem like tracks,
With twists and turns and
Switchbacks,
Keep me entertained and still,
Fill my soul with the “Thrill”.
I’ve found a way to a dream,
Not the same, boring, old theme.
I guess only time will tell,
If any “aha’s” ring a bell.
So I ‘spose, id better pay mind,
There’s a treasure out there to find!

How could I not smile with friends like you and cindy, pd, spallies, straw, oh geeze, I shoulda never started names cuz then I feel bad to leave anyone out because truly, all you folks here make me smile. Truth. 🙂

I like this one. Penning seems so easy for you. I’m glad. I’m still trying to think of one, but not sure if I can post when I do. Sometimes I can. Other times I can’t. This comment may be too long and may not post.

Wow… I loved it pdenver…I remember all those times…and yes time goes quickly by . You have a lucky daughter to have you as a mother…..thank you for being the kind and helping person you are. I feel that sarah is a mirror image of you.. have a great day my friend…..see ya

Yes focused did it again with a beautiful poem.
I should get on here more often,
when I get a new computer that does what I want it to.
I love all your poetry, and all the others on here also.
this poetry page is the only page that is positive on Dals blogs, which draws positive people,
so a poem I will write ,, may take me awhile
I read everyones poems and get a spark of enlightenment in each and every one.

Thank You, everyone who posts here, here is where I go when I need a positive moment. Someday soon I’ll contribute again, until then here’s a poem I found in a museum in Cripple Creek, Colorado that I thought was special. A few months before in northern Colorado I stumbled across a small cemetery with maybe fifty headstones and all were children from infancy to teen years. A reminder just how harsh the old west could be.

Brook
I looked in the brook and saw a face –
Heigh-ho, but a child was I!
There were rushes and willows in that place,
And they clutched at the brook as the brook ran by;
And the brook it ran its own sweet way,
As a child doth run in heedless play,
And as it ran I heard it say:
“Hasten with me
To the roistering sea
That is wroth with the flame of the morning sky!”

I look in the brook and see a face –
Heigh-ho, but the years go by!
The rushes are dead in the old-time place,
And the willows I knew when a child was I.
And the brook it seemeth to me to say,
As ever it stealeth on its way –
Solemnly now, and not in play:
“Oh, come with me
To the slumbrous sea
That is gray with the peace of the evening sky!”

Thank you, Focused. Looking forward to the changing colors. I heard on the news they’re already starting to change in the mountains. Hope they’ll be peek while camping in RMNP in a few weeks. Have a good evening.

Busy September “Poetry Page”…thank you jdiggins, pdenver and Focused for your kind comments…

Strawshadow…I enjoyed the poem (Brook) you shared and also reading up on the author (Eugene Field) and his works, not knowing he was thought of as the “poet of childhood”.

pdenver…ahhh September! Thanks for the “Try to Remember” connection. I also immediately heard Neil Diamond’s “September Morn”….”Still can make me feel that way” AND from my college days…The Happenings (1966) singing…

Thanks SL…I remember Ed Ames well. Although I was fortunate to see a number of Broadway/off Broadway shows in the 60’s…I missed seeing the Fantasticks.

Ed Ames was also part of the 1950’s group (Ames Brothers); was forever captured in a clip of the 1965 Johnny Carson Show – where he threw a tomahawk; and mostly (my favorite)…in the TV show “Daniel Boone” – where he played Mingo (Caramingo) and for a few seasons…his evil twin (Taramingo).

Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.

His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate’er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.

Week in, week out, rom morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.

And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Life chaff from a threshing-floor.

He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter’s voice,
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.

It sounds to him like her mother’s voice,
Singing in paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.

Toiling,- – rejoicing,- -sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night’s repose.

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought.

I thought I was the only one in a hurry,
Til’ I met a hummingbird that was seemingly worried.
A closer look I took,
It’s when I realized,
That more than meets the eye goes on in a hummingbird’s life.
There hearts beat fast,
And they think fast too.
But every once in a while you see one rest,
And that my friends is the best.
Still and patient, they chirp their song.
As unknowing humans walk by in the sun.

great poem,
the real owners of our country
so sad they were out numbered
with greedy people who took it away.
do you yourself have indian blood that run though your vains
with your poetry it seems it is so.

Thanks zenden… I believe my grandma was 1/8 Cherokee, as for me it would be very little…. times were rough back then on all indians , in the west and the east. I just believe that the hardships on all the american indians need to be remembered… have a great evening zenden…. see ya my friend

If all of us could invent a time machine,
go back to early times.
who knows what would happen
prevent those awful crimes.
our knowledge prevent us to do so,
and carry a burden sad
to know now of how they truly lived
and what we could of had.

Sorry, focused, I missed this, thank goodness I double checked! Simply beautiful, focused, you are a gift to us all. 🙂

See,
the way my mind floats,
I must wade through my notes.
And every time I write a letter,
I start to see things
Just…
A little bit better.
I’ve bid adeu the pirate
Who hobbled on by.
But I soon won’t forget
How he smelled of pie.
And his parrot, I’d bet
Is the one with one eye.
Back through the notes,
I’m paddling now
Ever faster
Leaning to the bough,
It could be a disaster,
Wish i knew how
To think like a master.
But wait, I’m just a bit
Beyond…
…halfway there…
I should pause and sit
Maybe….
I could knit some wit,
I’ll tell you, truthfully,
Every little oddity,
Is an applied commoddity…
This isn’t a spelling bee.
This is TTOTC,
your ticket to insanity! 🙂

Thank you for your kind comment jdiggins, and thank you for the smile :-). I always enjoy your penning..have a great weekend my friend…
P.s- keep your insanity in check while chasing your dreams……. see ya

The crack in the liberty bell is a straight crack which attests to the care that was taken in it’s casting. When photographed from the side, the crack looks crooked but in fact it cracked symmetrically near the outer rim and widened when it got hot from ringing. When was it rung so long and so loud? Why did Forrest learn to fly and leave his wife to fight a war?

great poem,
when I feel sad sometimes, I come here to be happy.
you must be related to a famous poet
in time passed.
with there soul inside of you.
my middle name is poe,, ,edgar allen poe’s
great grandfather is mine also,
and did I get any of his soul?
I think not.

I have a ladder so to see over the brick wall.
and a sledge hammer to pound a hole.
people like you, and others,
encourage my very soul.
so I write, and not to be dismayed
I will write a poem,
you made me want to stay.

Thanks zenden…. im glad we make you happy… as far as a famous poet related to me.. well, not a bit… i didnt start writing poems until i began my chase for Fenns treasure….. and you, wow i love your middle name..zenden you got me beat when it comes to poetry blood….. lol keep up your penning my friend, and do it with a smile 🙂 until next time….. see ya

zenden…A hummingbird flew up to my face for a few seconds and seemed to ask me why I had not refilled the nectar jar. I learned that they like it mixed fresh every few days in the summer. Keep writing.

Your very welcome CindyM…. i like it that you like my words… i dont write fancy poetry, i want everyone to understand them, and i know you do…. thank you for being there my friend.. have a great night. Until next time…. ( you guessed it).. see ya 🙂

Wow! CindyM. Wow! I loved your words… i visited shanksville’s earlier this year on a trip i took to PA, they were true heros upon that plane on that tragic day…. thank you for penning my friend….. may all the pieces forever be remembered…..see ya

We received a note from Jeff not long before I left on this trip. Jeff said in the note that he was going to have to quit his blog because he couldn’t maintain it. As you know he had a stroke and has been pretty severely affected.

Back in January, when Randy disappeared, Jeff took off to go look for Randy and Leo. He drove all night to get to Santa Fe. He saw Randy’s car and took pics of the inside through the windows. He searched what he could of the river. He was out there immediately. He didn’t wait. He is a wonderful and caring guy…

Many of us met Jeff and Titan at Forrest’s book signing last year. I wish I could show you his last note to me. It would break your heart to see such a cordial and strong young man brought to his knees by that stroke. But he has not given me permission to share it with anyone.

Focused and pdenver…sorry I’m a bit late with my thoughts on your poems…Although different in many ways…they both conjure a vision for me. Of course, I was also drawn into “Landscape with Indian”…thank you both.

Into, the thought has crossed my mind several times the past year or so… I have around 200 poems that I have penned during my chase, alot of them were not proof read before posting them. I guess I need to go back and fine tune them and persue that thought…. watcha think ? Well at least I know I could sell one . Lol 🙂 “IF” I do then I’ll let ya know k… have a great day my friend… see ya

Perhaps calling/e-mailing some will lead you in the right direction. My orthodontist wrote a child’s book and the publisher asked he wrote one with a wild west theme, which he started. He asked for names and I had given one, for which he loved, and said he would give me recognition in his book. Never did see if he finished it.

IF you publish your poems make it all in Word first, then publish to PDF format. You can upload that PDF on a site that makes “flip book” style digital books. See if you could add pictures on one side and your poem on the other. Use Creative Commons Attribution type photos so you don’t violate copyright rules.

As many of you probably know, my mom passed away last night. Since the chase and many of you have been a big part of my life for the last few years, I feel comfortable posting this here, although it isn’t specifically about the chase. I wrote this poem a few days ago when my mom was awake.

The afternoon light
Plays along the blinds
As I hold your hand
And tears fill your eyes
As though you were taken by a cruel surprise
And I am helpless to tell you otherwise–

But I’m screaming inside
As I try to smile
And whisper I love yous
All the while
And I feel like a betrayer
Full of guile–

Because I assure you
It’ll all be okay,
And that you will wake
To a brand new day
But, really, I just don’t know
What to say.

The truth is I love you
More than you know
I remember as a child,
As you watched me grow–

And I watched you in awe
Of your strength and your graces
And wondered how I could be your child
When I fumbled with my laces.

Your beauty was so flawless
And I was always so proud
I clung to you so tightly
When the noises were too loud.
And when the fear of the sounds
Came along with the crowds
You held me so close, I could feel your heart beat
And as you rocked me gently, I felt — complete.

You were the best kind of mom
To a misfit like me,
And now I am finally able to see
That although we’d often disagree,
The love was there, and would always be.

Now there is fear in your dimming blue eyes,
And my world is shattered from romantic lies
Death is not graceful, easy, or glamorous,
But cruel and scary and clamorous.

What can I do to make the transition sweet?
I sit on the edge of the bed at your feet,
Hum a soft song that praises Jesus our King,
And after a moment, I hear you try to sing.
And I know in my heart that He will bring
You into his kingdom where the multitudes sing
Joy, oh, joy! And glory, sweet glory,
Free from pain, tears and worry.

And as the sun sets on this last day,
I suddenly find the words to say,
And I share our happy memories
In my child-like way,
And the tears that glistened on your lashes
Fade as a smile bids them gone
And as Elvis sings softly on,
We pray together, hold each other, until the dawn…

Wow Mindy, I could feel your words…. I know your Mom is in heaven looking down on you and she is very proud of her little girl… I know that there are no words I can say to lessen your grief, but what I will say is to be strong ( as your Mom knows you are) and live your life knowing someday you’ll see her again……
Until next time… see ya my friend…….

Mindy your words show your pain with the loss of your mother. Death is the greatest test of any belief we may hold. Stay strong and time will bring the good memories back and lessen the memory of the sadness of her death. I’m sorry for your loss.

Focused…sorry I’m late in commenting on this amazing poem. Glad there is always still time…

I have enjoyed many of your poems, but I sense something in this one…can’t put words to my feelings…but it reaches deeper…

Thank you, as always
Ellen

*Have to add that I made a special visit to N.H.’s Squam Lake years ago when I was visiting Lake Winnipesaukee…
Squam Lake is where “On Golden Pond” was filmed and I even saw the rocks where “Walter” the fish lived…

Long ago my Grandmother taught me something. She said, “Remember, when you point you finger at someone in blame, you will always have three fingers pointing back at yourself.” It is sometimes easy to judge others, not knowing what path they have taken to cross ours.

Again, Focused, so beautifully written.

Hope you always find acceptance, where ever you reside. I find it hard to believe that anyone would point the finger of blame at you. JDA

The nice thing about mirrors,
Is you can learn from them every day of the year.
Sometimes we forget to take a good look,
As if we are trying to ignore Time’s line and the hook.

Other Times you spend a while,
Inspecting creases in your own smile.
Flaws, not really…you see it’s all just art.
Each day it looks different, from beginning till dark.

So please today, just do this one thing…
Before Fall gets to cool, take a good look at yourself for me.
If you see yourself, and I then see you,
Then life is good and for a little while we all see a tooth.

Thank you pdenver… im glad you could see the picture I was trying to paint…. i just wanted everyone to know that good deeds dont go unnoticed.. even in the harshed of conditions…thank you for your kind words pdenver….until next time..see ya my friend

Everyone knew the tribal Elder Sleeping Eagle Feather.
He was quiet except when he wasn’t and something important to say.
People would gather around and wait on his every word at times.

One day when everyone gathered Little Bird entered the room with a question.
“When are you going to tell us our future?,” asked Little Bird with a soft voice.
A gleam sparked in Sleeping Eagle Feathers eyes as he spoke these few words.

I have a plan for you all, in time you will all see it if you hear me all and listen good.
Several were unhappy that he did not tell them the dates and times of things.
These people left to go about their daily routines with their watches on their wrists.

Many, however, were delighted just to sit and see Sleeping Eagle Feather smile.
These people were given the glimpse into the Secret to happiness, which is Peace.
He smoked a pipe with these people and told them to “Never Worry about the Future.”

Sleeping Eagle Feather promised to reveal great Wisdom to each person that stayed by his side.
He said, “One day I will be called upon to change History.”
No one knew what this meant so he sent for Little Bird, hoping for an half answer without giving it away.

“What does he mean?” asked Walks Far with Many Friends.
Little Bird did not know either but tried to explain.
“He is waiting for his Rainbow sign.”

Everyone at once knew that meant the right timing in the Cosmos.
So the sometimes unhappy people began to understand that everything has a perfect timing.
As so it was going forward, no one asked him again about it.

Sleeping Eagle Feathers gift to the world was his sense of timing.
He knew when to give people information so that would change the course of his people’s History.
So good at knowing, even when he was sleeping he was more awake then anyone else in the Tribe.

Lines 180 – 185 – William Wordsworth’s “Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood”

What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;

Great job cindym…..on my way to Colorado right now, going to spend some time along a creek myself… and I will give thanks to the creator….. thanks for your words my friend, I enjoyed them…. until next time, see ya

If I remember the area correctly, it’s really nice. I think there’s a fancy ranch there. My family and I were talking about the owner of this ranch, but, unfortunately, I can’t remember his name. Hope Colorado treats you well and it’s all for fun. 🙂

Jonsey1, you put it right out there now didn’t ya, Thanks for the Frosty reminder that Robert, may at times, play just like a Fenn. The beautiful thing about you is that you remind me of my 2nd grade teacher, Mrs. Chasen. She was Swedish and when she yelled at me her face would turn beet red. When she flunked me my Dad asked why? All I could muster up was “once just wasn’t enough”.

Haha. I’m a fan of Swedish Fish….not so much red can opener faced English teachers that funk my twice. Mine was Ms. Jaroh…she didn’t bother turning red though, just did it with a smile. Thank for the reminder and the chuckle. Dang. She was tough as nails and didn’t care to look into my humor.

Jonesy1…Frost’s poem gives “Below the home of Brown” and “Not Far But Too Far to Walk” and “Canyon Down” and “Flashlight” and “Meandering Stock Trail” and “Not for the Meek” and “Ever Drawing Nigh” and “Sending Signals” and “Never Give Up” a refreshingly different perspective… Makes you wonder if FF read it prior. I would not be at all surprised if he did. Endeavor to Persevere. Thanks

Thanks for your concerns cindym… im on my way home now, safe and sound….. i wasnt on a searching trip, just enjoying the colorado mountains. I was 15 miles in the back country on horseback, for 10 days i enjoyed the solitude along a river and didnt see anyone until i returned to my truck….. it was nice….passed through santa fe this morning…..good job everyone on the penning, i sure missed reading your words………now back to the chase… 🙂 until next time..see ya my friend

Thank you cindyM for your kind words… im glad you liked my poem, being away for a few weeks was tough, but i was in a very remote place in the rockies where the coyotes howled every night….. it was nice….it makes me feel good that someone missed me lol…have a great night my friend….see ya

Having difficulties posting this poem. I may need to do it in sections. While writing this poem, I decided to have some spooky Halloween fun and would like for you to join me. Rather than I finish this poem, I would love for you to add to it. Here we go! 🙂